Nina Gordon

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hello everyone... greetings from the lovely planet ivy. sorry i haven't been writing more-- it's not so much that i don't have the time (though i really don't), it's that i don't have much to say. i am enjoying mommy-hood, and my life revolves around this little dumpling, but really, that's not something to post about. at least not here. but i did want to come here and jump up and down about a few exciting things i have heard and seen...

just wanted to post here and say hello and how are you.... the baby is due in a week, so who knows when i will get a chance to write again? hopefully soon, and hopefully i'll sing some more songlets on suffragette radio-- but again, who knows?? i am going to live on another planet for a while i guess. you know, planet baby, and who knows how the internet connection will be over there, right? anyway, i hope you all hang out, and check back, cause i WILL be back around (she has to sleep SOMETIME, right?), and i have a bunch of "new" (well, unheard) stuff i want to put up on the site. also... some more live recordings are coming to "sony connects" soon-- they came out really well, i think, so look out for them if you can... other than that, just think good thoughts, cause the little bean is arriving SOOOOOOON....

dear diary,

just writing those words makes me laugh. i have ALL of my diaries from the time i was seven when i was given one with a lock on it as a birthday present. the entries in that one are pretty awesome:

"dear diary,
today was dumb.
i have a stomach ache.
love, nina

p.s i love scott baio."

or:

dear diary,
i love scott so much. i hope i dream about him tonight.
love, nina

p.s. i kissed my cup

okay, that last p.s needs some explanation. i decided that it would be cool to be a witch, with magic powers, and so i believed (or pretended to believe) that if i kissed a tiny little tea-cup from my dollhouse every night before i went to sleep, that i would re-charge my powers.

then, a little later on in life, maybe at age 10, i have some great diary entries about the TV shows i was watching. you know, like, "hi. i'm watching laverne and shirley now. it's pretty good." or "i really wish i could have jordache jeans, but my mom won't let me have them. and i really want clogs but my mom won't let me have them."

so hopefully i will be able to deliver some really excellent diary moments like those for you guys in the future. stay tuned.

xoxo nina

when i first put together a myspace page and i had to say what genre of music i make, i just chose rock, rockabilly, and death metal. i couldn't say pop, even though my music is pretty pop, because it made me feel too "american idol." i couldn't simply say rock, because although i like to think that i do still RAWK in my own subtle, gentle way, it seemed misrepresentative. i couldn't say alternative, because what the hell does that even MEAN anymore (and what did it ever mean?), and besides, i say the word "baby" way too many times to qualify for that one. i just saw death metal and rockabilly on there, and i jumped at the chance to finesse the whole annoying request to label the type of music i make. i thought it was a harmless thing to do, but it appears i have made some people on myspace very angry at me. here are few of my favorite messages:

i always have beatle dreams before some big musical milestone in my life. they are usually about john lennon, and in them i am usually intimately linked with him. i remember before 8 arms came out i dreamt he sent me a beautifully wrapped package of baby clothes. then before my first solo album came out, i dreamt i slept with him, and he was REALLY insecure the whole time. i think that was my way of reassuring myself that it was ok to be nervous and insecure about the release of my album, because EVEN john lennon was insecure. so, on the eve of the release of bleeding heart graffiti, my new album, this odd, subconcious tradition was upheld; i dreamt about him last night. this one was way more abstract, and i can't quite remember what happened, just that he was flirting with me, and that i LOVED having his attention. sorry, i know it is really boring for people to talk about their dreams, other than with their therapist, but i just found it so odd when i woke up this morning. and what i really want to know is: why don't i EVER dream about GEORGE????

i am racing out the door to go and play an acoustic showcase thingy for industry types, and since i heard a rumor that my very best un-met friend, trent , from pink is the new blog might be there, i figure i better come clean before it becomes tomorrow morning's gossip.... no, i have not been hitting in-and-out burger a little too hard, i am....

phone message: download

phone message: download

phone message: download